A Reply; or Truth and Happiness
I have found out the truth. They are all fitting into place now, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I have tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they have never fitted. It seems incredible to me now that I have never understood. I wonder how many people there are in the world who suffer, and continue to suffer, because they cannot break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly build up a great distorted wall in front of them that hides the truth. This is what I have done. I have built up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I have never had the courage to demand the truth. Have I made one step forward out of my own shyness, I would have learnt the truth long ago.
I am the self that I have always been before. I have not changed. But something new has come upon me that have not been before. My heart, for all its anxiety and doubt, is light and free. I know now that I am no longer afraid; that I am now free. Our happiness has not come too late. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.